Torn Sails a Tale of a Welsh Village
Allen Raine
Paperback
(Forgotten Books, July 8, 2012)
Caraf ei morfa, a i mynyddedd, A i gwilain gwynion, a i gwymp wreig Md. Hab Owain i( I love her golden shores, her mountains bare. Her snow-white seagulls, and her maidens fair. Trans, CHAPTER I. MWNTSEISON. Between two rugged hills, which rose abruptly from the clear, green waters of Cardigan Bay, the Gwendraeth, a noisy little river, found its way from the moors above to the sands which formed the entrance from the sea to the village of Mwntseison. In the narrow valley, or cwm, through which the fussy little streamlet ran, the whole village lay. It looked like nothing more than a cluster of white shells left by the storm in a chink of the rocks, the cottages being perched in the most irregular confusion wherever sufficient space could be found between the rocky knolls for a house and garden.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at